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It had been quite a
while since I'd been to a Pita Grill when I sauntered through the
door with a couple co-workers. This would also mark the first time
I had ever sat down and ordered a to-stay meal from one of these joints.
Years and years ago I used to eat at a Greenwich Village Pita Grill
at least a couple times a week, but I think that location is long
gone--or was never a Pita Grill to begin with. There was something
tantalizing about the way they made their almost crunchy chicken and
topped it with a grainy tahini sauce. It was a cacophony of textures,
and the pita was stuffed to the brim. Granted, this was back in the
day when my exposure to Middle Eastern food was limited to a trip
to Israel when I was a young teenager during which I ate nothing but
pizza, hamburgers and pita bread. So my culinary exposure was minimal.
And maybe history has made it brighter than it truly was, as the chicken
whatever at this location was serviceable at best, and certainly couldn't
qualify as a full meal anywhere outside of an episode of The Biggest
Loser. And while it's certainly true that I am a gluttonous American,
used to a foot long sandwich, all-you-can-eat, half-pound burgers,
biggie this and super-sized that, I still like to get something for
my hard-earned duckets that doesn't feel as if they just found it
lying in the drip pan of an empty shawarma cooking spit thing. It's
not to say the little morsels weren't tasty, and the carrot tahini
always adds a little flavor, but it left me wanting more of this quasi
food group to stuff down my gullet. Now that I'm more in tune with
the palate and world cuisine, I must say that this bizarro souvlaki/shawarma/gyro
concoction is like no other grub you'll get anywhere, and like the
mysterious Chalupa and White Castle's chicken rings, really has to
be eaten to be believed. Crazy talk, I know. [MF]
Other Locations:
Pita
Grill (Hell's Kitchen)
Pita Grill (Turtle Bay)
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